I'll Die Propped Up In Bed Trying

Life Goes Before We Know What It Is. / One Fool Is Enough In Any House. / Even God Gets Tired Of Too Much Hallelujah. / Take It Easy And Live Long As Brothers.

Poetry Is The Journal Of The Sea Animal Living On Land, Wanting To Fly In The Air. Poetry Is A Search For Syllables To Shoot At The Barriers Of The Unknown And The Unknowable. Poetry Is A Phantom Script Telling How Rainbows Are Made And Why They Go Away.

Nearly All The Best Things That Came To Me In Life Have Been Unexpected, Unplanned By Me.

Let The Gentle Bush Dig Its Root Deep And Spread Upward To Split The Boulder.

Come On, You Do You Want To Live Forever?